The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut raised their head and stared straight ahead as they asked coolly, “Are


    you the real Smiling Grim Reaper?”


    A chilling murderous aura swept through the room.


    No one bled, but the rusty smell of blood permeated the air.


    The sun still hung high in the sky, but their surroundings turned chilly.


    Zakariah and Brian shuddered.


    The students of the Hero Martial Arts School felt a tightness in their chests. It was like arge, invisible


    hand wrapped around their throats.


    Was this just how terrifyingly powerful a Profound Reality Realm master was?


    Was their aura enough for them to experience shortness of breath?


    “Damn it…”


    Nash snorted coolly before he leaped down andnded in front of the Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut.


    A terrifying, murderous aura washed over the room.


    “Quick… let’s go…”


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    The expression on the Hidden – Ghost Juggernaut’s face changed rapidly as he took numerous steps


    backward.


    He had grown ustomed to killing during his time in Grestin during the fifties.


    In the dozen years that had passed since then, no less than eighty people had lost their lives because


    of him.


    The murderous aura that had umted within him was more than enough to assert dominance


    over a Stage Five Grandmaster.


    However, the murderous aura that the Smiling Grim Reaper emanated hadpletely pulverized his


    own.


    If his murderous aura could be described as the careless flow of a river, the Smiling Grip Reaper’s


    murderous aura wasparable to that of the crashing waves of an ocean during a massive storm.


    The two were notparable at all.


    The Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut turned and walked away.


    Frank also realized this was the real Smiling Grim Reaper they were dealing with and hurriedly dragged


    his still-dazed son out of the mansion with him.


    Zakariah brushed away the goosebumps on his arm and hurried forth. “You… you are…”


    Nash leaped into the air and entered Skadi’s room again by jumping through her window.


    “You were so cool, Nash… I have no doubts you’d make a great Smiling Grim Reaper…”


    Justin had been hiding behind the curtains and had witnessed everything that happened. He smiled


    sheepishly while giving Nash a thumbs-up.


    “Anyone can be the Smiling Grim Reaper when they wear the costume. Didn’t the Watsons treat


    you like the Smiling Grim Reaper when you visited themst night?” Nash asked as he took off the


    mask, a smile on his face.


    The Smiling Grim Reaper had made a name for himself, which is why anyone could create a sense of


    oppression just by donning the costume.


    Skadi leaned against her bed’s headboard and smiled. “You know, you really do look the part when


    you’re wearing that costume!”


    Nash’s height and build were simr to the actual Smiling Grim Reaper’s.


    Moreover, because he had mastered the Profound Reality Realm, there was a natural air of confidence


    about him. It was something Justin could not imitate.


    Nash returned the outfit to Justin and gently reminded him. “Don’t wear these too much. They may


    bring you honor and respect, but they’ll also put you in danger!”


    The Smiling Grim Reaper had plenty of enemies.


    If one did not have the skills to back themselves up, they could easily get themselves in trouble if they


    donned this outfit.


    “Got it, Nash!”


    Justin nodded and folded the clothes before leaving Skadi’s room.


    He opened the door and nearly bumped into Bianca, who was holding a medicine bowl.


    Thankfully, Bianca had quick reflexes, and she sessfully dodged aside and did not drop the bowl.


    “So sorry, Bianca!” Justin hurriedly apologized.


    “No worries!”


    Bianca responded half-heartedly before entering the room.


    A disgruntled look appeared on Skadi’s face. “Didn’t I just drink this in the morning? Why do I have to


    take more medicine now?”


    She had drunk no less than ten bowls of medicine since yesterday.


    “That’s a question you’ll have to ask your coach!” Bianca replied, a smile forming on her red lips.


    “How much longer do I need to drink all this medicine, Nash?” Skadi asked as she turned to look at


    Nash.


    “Another three days!”


    “Oh, god, you guys should just kill me!”


    A look of despair appeared on Skadi’s face, but she obediently picked up the bowl and held her nose


    as she chugged its contents.


    She had to get better soon so her grandfather and martial brothers could stop worrying.


    At the Chateau Hotel.


    Olivia weed Walter Watson, the richest man in the country.


    Walter sat at the dining table, smiling slightly as he asked, “I’m sure you know what happened to the


    Lane family’s patriarchst night, right?”